A whiff of smoke curls faintly
From my golden Buddha's mouth.
Softly, like spirit trails that haunt us,
It wafts me all the sweetness
Of the fragrance of the world.
Edited by May William Ward
(New York: Henry Harrison. 1935)
April 11, 2005 / John & Susan Howell /
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